Tiffany was in a heavy mood. She had not opened her status since she saw the G Rank on her skill section.

Depression can be quite scary. All kinds of thoughts were spinning into her head. From suicide to revenge against the world. Ultimately, she resigned herself and accepted the fact that she was now part of the common people.

The only good news was that she was told her scar had disappeared and her injury has healed perfectly. She would still need to stay under observe for the next three days.

For a girl, their face is the most important. No one wants an ugly face when they could be pretty.

It seems that the dean was not an ungrateful bastard and pay for a heal to be applied to her face.

As she was thinking about what she could do to thank him, the dean walked into her ward with someone she didn’t know.

“Hello Tiffany. This a government agent who is in charge of officially record your skills”. The dean said while introducing the man next to him.

“Please show me your skills”. Said the agent in a brisk tone that were completely devoid of any compassion.

She was again reminded to the truth of the world. Might is right. The one with the bigger fist could do what he wants while the weaker one could only shut up and listen.

Brassing herself, Tiffany said in a stiff voice. “Show skills”.

As usual, the system displayed the window for the people present in her room.

Name: Tiffany Meyers

Race: Human (99.98%), Dragon (0.02%)

Skill 1: Rank G - Mana Creation: you can create objects with your mana. Objects are restricted to 5x5x10 cm. Dissipate over time.

Skill 2: Rank G - Body Amplification (Eyes): your eyes will never deteriorate by themselves.

Disappointment, could be seen on the Dean and the agent’s faces. The agent was shocked. This was caught by the dean who asked. “What’s wrong?”

“This is even worst than I thought. Offensive skills have never been lower than F, even during failed awakening. Hers are completely useless. See, her Mana Creation skill doesn’t even have an additional attribute given to creation. They usually have an added attribute such as, bladed creations can cause bleed status. Hers has none. Not even an option to make her creation smell better.”

Tiffany was shocked. She now truly thought that this guys was an asshole. Yeah, she understood that even her skills were defective. But there was no need to make her feel even more shit about the whole thing. As the saying goes, when it rains, it pours.

Contrary to her expectations, the agent was far from being done with his criticism.

“Her second skill is even worst. It simply means that if she takes good care of her eyes she won’t need glasses in her old age”.

The dean has been trying to shut this guy up but he would’ve none of it. It seemed that he took pure pleasure to put down women.

Tiffany just sat there with a smile on her face, seemingly unbothered. The only reason she could think as to why he would act this way was due to his skill. She could already view his status.

Name: Agent A (Asshole)

Race: Troglodyte (24%), Goblin (16%), Wild Boar (33%), Donkey (20%), Unknown (7%)

Skill: Rank SSS - Being a dick: you suffer from erectile dysfunction. The only way you can get a hard on is by abusing others verbally and be a complete asshole without an ounce of social conduct. You can only have sex with the species you share the most in common with.

Feeling satisfied with her mental insult. Tiffany put her attention back to the dean and the unwanted piece of talking excrement.

After being asked for a demonstration of her skill, Tiffany really felt into despair. It took her 10 seconds to create a rectangle the size allowed by her skill. Even worst, the rectangle disappeared in 8 seconds. She was left panting on her bed due to mana exhaustion.

She had no more strength to listen to them and asked them to leave. The dean was very understanding and left while dragging single-for-life away with him.

For the first time she felt true horror. Not even in her last life, back on Earth, did she feel so bad. She had a job and a cheating boyfriend but that was the extent of her trouble.

Now she didn’t even have a civilian skill. She was a cripple through and through. No matter how strong she was, being told over and over how useless she was took a toll on her nerves. Once she was alone again, her walls and strong façade that she had put together since waking up came crashing down. Tears were silently falling down her eyes staining her pillow.

For the next two days, Tiffany binge watched romantic comedies. She concluded that she could now realise her dream of marrying a tall, rich and handsome man. She knew she was deluding herself but any distraction was appreciated.

After three days, she was discharged from the hospital. Going home was a relief. It was the only stable datum that she had. Her parent still loved her no matter what happened. She was blessed to have transmigrated into this humble family.

She had three months before she had to go to university. She had to change all her plans as after she looked at the requirements for the various universities, she found that she met none of them. She had 2 skills but they did not matched the F rank standard. This was the requirement for the worst Hunter university.

She now needed to find out where she could go where civilian courses were delivered.

She wanted to go somewhere else. She couldn’t stand the look of pity she was getting from everyone. Her story had spread throughout the city and was also known unbeknownst to her in the elite circle S of the capital and metropolises.

For the first month after graduation, Tiffany took a vacation near the coast. This was to test her tired mind and also to get away from the environmental pressure. Classmates kept coming to see how she was doing which was nice but this kept reminding her of being a failure.

And when donkey-face came again to ask her out, promising to treat her like a princess, she snapped. She kicked the moron between the legs, then went home in a hurry, packed her bags and announced that she will go on her holiday. Leaving the mess she created to be cleaned up by her parents.

After taking the plane and arriving at her chosen destination, she could really see the difference between a thriving holiday resort and her country side village.

Lying on a lounge chair on the beach was beautiful. She could relax and tan nicely while ogling and flirting with the various hunk in swimming trunks. Despite the flirting, she never accepted any of their offers for a good time. She didn’t want to involve herself in meaningless romance. She would not have to deal with the advances by herself if Jenny was there.

Remembering that she was supposed to be there with Jenny put a damper on her mood. Looking at her phone and seeing all the news about the Merelyth princess kept annoying her.

Jenny was in comm with her for the first part of the month. Then it suddenly started to become more and more irregular. And for the last week, she had not call once. Tiffany expected this. She was told in a roundabout way that they no longer had anything in common.

She had seen this coming. She thought that she will be okay with it, but damn did that hurt. For the last year and half they had done everything together. The feeling of betrayal was more than she could bear and she retreated back to her hotel room.

The last week of her holiday was boring. She no longer wanted to do anything. And so she spent her last two days in her hotel room looking through the various forum.

She found a sick sort of enjoyment by trolling herself out and shocking the rest of the net addicted companions.

It all started when she saw a post about the Mana Creation skill.

— Maxima Newt: I was wondering if the Mana Creation skill was good because my friend got it.

— Peasant under a bridge: yeah sure… your friend right…lol

— Cannon fodder 1: look at this guy. If you friend is so lucky it can be as good as him.

Name: Ash Lambert

Race: ???

Stats: ???

Skill: Rank SSS - Mana Creation: Can create any non-living objects. The creation is only limited by the user’s imagination and mana. Additional attribute will be added to the creation matching the purpose for what it was created. Will dissipate after 3 days.

— Imogi: holy guacamole, this is the profile of the “God of Creation”. One of the six SSS rankers.

— Flashy boy: yup it posted it when he was young and then realised it was a mistake but the internet always remembers.

Seeing all the commotion, Tiffany decided to ask something that was bothering her.

— Below the dust: Hey guys. How do you display a status?

— From the sky: noob, noob, noob.

— Montain of Books: simply will it and the system will do it for you. You can decide to show what you want.

— Below the dust: Thanks. Hey OP. You were shown the top of Mana Creation. Now let me show you the worst.

Name: ???

Stats: ???

Skill 1: Rank G - Mana Creation: you can create objects with your mana. Objects are restricted to 5x5x10 cm. Dissipate over time.

— Below the dust: and by dissipate over time, it meant eight seconds.

— Might gnome: nononononono. This is impossible!!!!

— Kraken the mighty: wow, simply just wow. I didn’t even know an offensive skill could go that low.

…

After reading all the replies from the fellow desperate and completely crazy internet users. Tiffany started to laugh, she was in stitches, her bust kept shacking and unfortunate no one was there to see this beautiful scenery.

After calming down, she was in a much better mood and she finally understood that the system was a symbiotic entity with very precise rules.

She no longer feared it and finally decided to call for her status.

“Display full status.”